Waiting for her

Sitting at the back, I was watching as he nervously waited.

Not too long now, people milling around – he was standing, waiting. People sitting down now, and he still stood, eyes on him. Moments passed. Then another spoke. It was time. Everyone silenced and turned towards the aisle.

They trooped down in single file, a beautiful song playing. Then she arrived; a vision.

They say he cried a little when he saw her. His new bride.

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